Cockles And Mussels

In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty,
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone,
As she pushed her wheel barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive, Oh!

She was a fishmonger, but it sure was no wonder,
For so were her father and mother before,
And they each pushed their wheel barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive, Oh!

She died of a fever, and no one could save her,
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone;
Her ghost wheels her barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive, Oh!